The Bridge

by Marc Gunn

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    A soulful reflection of Celtic and folk bluesy music with themes and melodies both new and old that spans over ten years of Marc Gunn’s career. Masterfully recorded by Rich Brotherton, one of the Celtic music world's finest producers.

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about

The Irish diaspora to America brought the happy gift of Irish music, informing and influencing folk, ragtime, blues and even jazz. In this unique collection of original and traditional music, Celtic American musician Marc Gunn leafs through music known, remembered and new to find common themes, melodies and memories.

The Bridge is just that – a connection not only between Irish and American music, but also between Marc Gunn’s previous work primarily in Celtic music and his roots in folk, and newer influences of blues and jazz for this New Orleans-based musician.

Above all, the Bridge expresses Marc Gunn’s deep love for the music of both his home and where his heart resides.

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released January 15, 2010

Produced by Rich Brotherton. Marc Gunn, autoharp and vocals. Jamie Haeuser, bodhran and background vocals. Samantha Gillogly, fiddle. Bethany McLyr, flute. Rich Brotherton, Guitar and octave mandolin. Cover art by Marc Gunn. Graphic design by Charles Davis (CLNDavis@bellsouth.net).

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Marc Gunn Birmingham, Alabama

Marc Gunn is a rhythm and folk musician inspired by Celtic culture, science fiction, fantasy, and cats. He breathes new life into the autoharp, which continues to surprise musical veterans and fans a like for it’s unique sound and spirited energy. It’s like a satirical jam session between The Clancy Brothers and Weird Al Yankovic. It’s Celtic music, the traditional and the twisted. ... more

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Track Name: The Bridge
Was it something I said that made you angry with me,
Made you dig a deep river to keep you from me?
Oh, the water is rushing, come to sweep me away
‘Less I die of sorrow, I will cross it today.

I would build me a bridge a hundred meters long
To see the other side of what I did wrong.
Well you say you don't hate me, but I guess that I'm scared
That with a river between us, you'll no longer care.

I would build a boat, and paddle agaist all sorrow.
And if I sail down the river, I'll be back again tomorrow.
I would face cold death, run and leap to your side.
And if I fall in the river, I'll be warmed by your sight.

I would beg your forgiveness for the pain that I've fed
And I'd find the source of the river you've bled.
Then I'd close the gates of the dam I built there.
And never again will you have anything to fear.

Well I never knew that your tears ran so deep.
But when I've dammed those tears, I will kiss your sweet cheek.
I will hold you close 'till your tears finally cease.
And I'll sing you a lullaby and bring you peace.
Track Name: Black Velvet Band
In a neat little town they call Belfast
Apprenticed in trade I was bound
And many's the hour of sweet happiness
I spent in that neat little town
Till bad misfortune befell me
That caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and relations
To follow the black velvet band

Her eyes they shone like the diamond
You'd think she was queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band

As I was out strolling down broadway
Not intending to go very far
I met with a frolicksome damsel
Applying her trade in a bar
Well a watch she took from a customer
And she slipped it right into my hand
Then the Watch came and put me in prison
Bad luck to the black velvet band

Before judge and jury next morning
For our trial I had to appear
The judge, he said, "My young fellow,
The case against you is quite clear.
Well seven years is your sentence.
You're going to Van Dieman's Land.
Far away from your friends and relations
To follow the black velvet band."

So come all you jolly young fellows
I'd have you take warning by me
Whenever you're out on the liquor
Beware of the pretty colleen
For she'll fill you with whiskey and porter
Until You're not able to stand
And the very next thing that you notice
You've landed in Van Dieman's Land
Track Name: Peggy Gordon
Oh Peggy Gordon you are my darling,
Come sit ye down upon my knee,
And tell to me the very reason
Why I am slighted so by thee.

I’m so in love I cannot deny it,
My heart lies smothered in my breast,
But It’s not for me to let the world know it,
A troubled mind has no rest.

I wish I was in some lonesome valley,
Where woman-kind cannot be found,
Where the pretty small birds lie on every branch
And every moment a different sound.

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I laid my head on a cask of brandy
Which was my fancy I do declare,
For while I’m drinking, I’m always thinking
How I’m to gain that lady fair.

I put my back against an oak tree
Thinking it was a trusty tree,
But first it bent and then it broke,
And that’s the way my love served me.

I wish I was as far as Ingo
Way out across the briny sea,
A-sailing over the deep blue water
Where love nor care never trouble me.
Track Name: Auld Lang Syne
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

And surely you'll buy your pint cup!
And surely I'll buy mine!
And we'll take a cup o' kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

We two have run about the braes,
and pulled the gowans fine;
But we've wandered many a weary foot,
since auld lang syne.

We two have paddled in the burn,
from morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roared
since auld lang syne.

And there's a hand my trusty fiere!
And give a hand o' thine!
And we'll take a right gude-willie-waught,
And we'll take a right good-will draught,
for auld lang syne.
Track Name: Liquid Sunshine
A field of lavender I gaze
With the wind and the morning haze
The wind blows soft my hair
With the fragrance of the morning air

Gently I stroke your cheek
A tender touch of electricity
And the petals glow soft on your face
With shadows of silk-spun lace

In the hills I wander alone
Just a thought of my Island home
The echoing of your voice
Fills a harmony in my mind
as crystal pure
…as the liquid sunshine

The water glides off your skin
Sparkling as the purest of gems
Your eyes, they glitter and shine
Captivate my gaze in the warm sunshine

Under wings of purity, a dove
Lands soft on my shoulder with love.
She whispers words in my ear
This song, you long to hear.
Track Name: No Songs Left to Sing
There are no songs still left to sing
There's no music still left to score
All the melodies have left the moon beams
Ever since you left my door

I heard that little quip that you made
Caused me a little bit of pain and woe
While fireworks sparked on the Fourth of July
Your silhouette dimmed street lamp glow

Now music won't grace my window
I can't remember a single song that I sung
All I know is I long for moon beams
And the melodies when I was young.
Track Name: A Lil Bit O'Love
You're standing by your car, and I don't know why you're leaving.
You don't want to go. That's plain to see.
And when our lips meet, I can see in your eyes we're conceiving.
But it'll take a lil' bit of time, before you come home to me.

A lil' drop of Bourbon down in Louisiana
A lil' drop of you lying a lil' too close to me.
And Lil' Bit's meowing to be let out of the bedroom
Cause with a lil' bit o'luck, you'll be lil' bit in love with me.

Remember last night when Colin walked into the restaurant?
You pulled me close as he proposed in broken Portuguese.
I know you think a movie, it ain't worth believin'.
Believe me when I tell you, you've Enchanted me.

It might seem kinda silly, but I carry my cellphone.
Everywhere I go I wait for that thang to ring.
And when I see your name, my heart skips a beat tenfold.
Cause I'm hoping you'll say, “you're the only one for me”
Track Name: Wild Mountain Thyme
Oh, the summer time is coming,
And the trees are sweetly blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather.

Will you go, lassie, will you go?
And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather,
Will you go, lassie, go?
I will build my love a bower
By yon clear and crystal fountain,
And all around the bower,
I'll pile flowers from the mountain.

I will roam the country o'er
Through that dark land so dreary;
And all the spoils I find,
I'll bring to my darling dearie.

If my true love, she won't have me,
I will surely find another
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather.

Oh, the summertime is coming
And thre trees are blooming
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather.
Track Name: Gypsy Rover
A gypsy rover came over the hill
Down through the valley so shady.
He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.

Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-doo-dah-day
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-day-dee
He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.

She left her father's castle gate.
She left her own fine lover.
She left her servants and her state
To follow her gypsy rover.

She left behind her velvet gown
And shoes of Spanish leather
They whistled and they sang 'till the green woods rang
As they rode off together

Last night, she slept on a goose feather bed
With silken sheets for cover
Tonight she'll sleep on the cold, cold ground
Beside her gyspy lover

Her father saddled up his fastest stead
And roamed the valley all over.
Sought his daughter at great speed
And the whistlin' gypsy rover.

He came at last to a mansion fine
Down by the river Claydee.
And there was music and there was wine
For the gypsy and his lady.

"He is no gypsy, my Father," she cried
"but Lord of these lands all over.
And I shall stay 'til my dying day
with my whistlin' gypsy rover."